Another year survived, another uncomfortable company picnic. And unlike a MS company picnic, the presence of kids means no alcohol. Well, and it did start at 11:30 in the morning.

I hate being rude, but it's hard to be polite about answering the silliest questions again and again...

Is that a novel?

Good book?

Then of course there's all the people with the lamest responses to my t-shirts ever, but they have to share it with me anyways.